Chapter 712 Young Senior Brother


    Mr. Xun opened the letter and looked at it again, pondered for a moment, took out a jade slip, and wrote down the letter with a thought, and then called the little Taoist boy.


    "Hand this jade slip to the old master Liang of Daotingsi and ask him to find someone to investigate."


    “Yes, ancestor.”


    The Taoist boy took the jade slip with both hands and retreated respectfully.


    In less than a day, a jade slip was sent back, and the Taoist boy respectfully presented it to Mr. Xun.


    Mr. Xun glanced at the jade slip and knew that it was Daotingsi who had retired. Liang Laozhe''s handwriting was so he sank his spiritual sense into it.


    After only one look, Mr. Xun''s heart trembled.


    Fire Buddha? !


    The second-grade state world has been leaping for a hundred years, with the peak of foundation building, practicing the fire-fallen art, destroying the Xie family, with many demon cultivators under his command, and killing people like a numb? !


    Mr. Xun took a breath of cold air.


    No wonder it is worth eight thousand merits!


    The child Mo Hua captured the Fire Buddha by painting formations for the Daotingsi, and made great contributions. He passed the Daotingsi, Chang Gong, and the Daotingsi.


    That''s why Daotingsi made an exception and allocated these eight thousand merits.


    In this way, these eight thousand merits are not many...


    But…


    Capture the Fire Buddha?


    Mr. Xun frowned.


    The soft and delicate appearance of the ink painting comes to my mind again.


    Mr. Xun could not understand how a young disciple like Mo Hua, who has a low cultivation level and is weak, could capture a demon who is at the peak of foundation building and full of evil deeds?


    Rely on the formation?


    Even if his formation is good, it is too dangerous.


    Mr. Xun was both scared and angry.


    Mo Hua is so brave.


    If you deal with such a fierce and cruel demon cultivator, if you don’t pay attention, you will be so dead that you will not even be scum left.


    It’s really a matter of fact, I dare to get involved.


    and…


    Mr. Xun continued to look down, his eyes slightly condensed, "The Fire Buddha... was killed..."


    What is written above says is the credit of Gu Changhuai alone.


    But at that time, ink paintings were there too.


    You don’t have to think about it, there must be something tricky about it.


    Mr. Xun sighed.


    Unexpectedly...


    I have lived for so many years, encountered so many things, and met so many people, but I didn’t expect that when I was old, I was taken with eye drops by a little kid.


    Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, and then ordered someone to go to the Gongxun Pavilion to transfer the files to see what the ink painting usually does.


    Originally, he thought that with the ability of the child in Mo Drawing, he could only draw a formation at most, and he could only draw a formation.


    So I didn''t think about checking it out.


    Now it seems that the situation may be different...


    The files from the Meritorious Pavilion were also transferred soon.


    Mr. Xun glanced at him and his scalp became slightly numb.


    Except for a large number of first- and second-grade formation tasks, most of the rest are rewards for arresting, chasing, siegeing, hunting, killing sinful cultivators, evil cultivators, and even demon cultivators.


    And the success rate is outrageously high, and I have basically never missed it.


    The disciples who formed a team with him were also diverse.


    But the most are the girls from the Murong family, the young man from the Ouyang family in Taiamen, and most of the rest are all senior brothers and sisters who are one of the highest class.


    These senior brothers and sisters have much higher cultivation than him. One or two are all geniuses of aristocratic families. They met by chance, and they were willing to take him to play with them?


    Mr. Xun was a little unbelievable.


    Is this child Mo Hua so powerful in communication?


    These situations are not very different from what he did before, but they can only be said to be different at all...


    Mr. Xun couldn''t help but sigh.


    The mythical algorithm is indeed not good. I worked hard and learned it for hundreds of years and made it clear for hundreds of years. I didn’t expect that there was such a "blind spot" around me, and I didn’t even calculate it at all.


    Mr. Xun looked at the things in the jade slip again, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.


    It''s just nonsense!


    What a great talent for formations, I don’t know how to cherish them. I am outside the sect every few days, making these extremely dangerous rewards.


    Fortunately, it’s safe.


    But if there is a slight mistake, so many evil practices will be punished. Who can kill the one who has the little arms and legs in Mo Hua?


    Once an accident occurs, will a good formation seedling die prematurely?


    As soon as he thought about this, Mr. Xun felt regretful. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more afraid. He calmly said to the Taoist boy:


    "You go and call the ink painting!"


    The Taoist boy said respectfully: "Yes."


    After leaving the elder''s residence, the Taoist boy went to find the ink painting.


    Mo Hua was in class, and he was a little surprised when he heard this. Mr. Xun rarely called himself to see him during class.


    The Taoist boy whispered, "Be careful, the old man seems very angry."


    On weekdays, Mo Hua often goes to the elder''s residence and is familiar with this child.


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Who are you angry?"


    The Taoist boy shook his head, "How do I know..."


    Mo Hua muttered in her heart.


    Mr. Xun was angry, what does it have to do with me?


    I have been very honest recently and have drawn formations in the sect every day.


    When he arrived at the elder''s residence, he entered Mr. Xun''s room. Mo Hua really felt that the atmosphere was wrong. Mr. Xun''s face was as heavy as water, looking stern.


    Mo Hua lowered her eyebrows and looked innocent, and looked very well-behaved.


    Mr. Xun was about to blame him, but when he saw the appearance of Mo Hua, his heart immediately became a little softer.


    Although what you do is a bit dangerous...


    But capturing evil and heretics is also the duty of a monk and is a good thing to do for heaven. You cannot blame too much, so as not to damage the child''s integrity and the Taoist heart of killing demons and eliminating demons.


    However, if you take risks with yourself, you can no longer indulge in such a thing.


    He is still young and like a blank paper. How could he know that this person''s heart is sinister and the world of cultivation is sinister.


    He must beat him severely and not let him teach him a lesson. He will probably dare to do such a dangerous thing next time!


    Mr. Xun''s face became stern again, and he wanted to blame him, but before he could say anything, he was stunned.


    He stared at the ink painting, looked at it for a long time, and frowned and asked:


    "Is your spiritual sense...a little stronger again?"


    Mo Hua nodded shyly without losing his humility, "Yes, I''m a little stronger, I''m seventeen-tatto..."


    Mr. Xun''s eyes were slightly opened.


    Seventeen lines...


    In the early stage of foundation building, seventeen patterns...


    The early stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building? !


    Mr. Xun looked silent, but his heart was like a strong wind swelling, and the waves surged. He was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.


    "Old man?" Mo Hua said weakly.


    Mr. Xun came to his senses and looked at the ink paintings, and his heart was full of incredibleness.


    After a moment, Mr. Xun''s expression returned to normal and said lightly:


    "It''s okay, you go back first."


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Mr. Xun waved his hand and was no longer angry. His voice became much gentler, "Go back to class."


    "Oh..." Mo Hua was a little confused and bowed and said, "Did you say goodbye?"


    "Yes." Mr. Xun nodded slightly.


    The ink painting left in a confused manner.


    After Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun pondered for a long time before he slowly stood up, using the method of evasion to break through the crack in the void and enter the back mountain directly.


    In the back mountain, there is a ancestral hall.


    The ancestral hall is solemn and magnificent, with tablets with white patterns on it and portraits of Taixu ancestors of all dynasties.


    Mr. Xun, with white hair, looked incense respectfully.


    But his hands couldn''t help trembling slightly.


    Green smoke rose from the quaint incense burner.


    Mr. Xun was in a state of excitement and couldn''t calm down. He couldn''t help but tremble and said:


    "Bless your ancestors..."


    "My Taixu Sect really has a great fortune!"


    "The glimmer of hope in the dilemma of heaven...it should be the child!"


    The cigarettes on the incense burner rose like clouds and mist, covering the portraits of the ancestors of Taixu Sect, with a pure and endless breath.


    Mr. Xun breathed a long sigh of relief.


    …


    The next day, Mr. Xun went to find the head of Taixu.


    The head of Taixu looked upright and kind, had extraordinary temperament, good at cultivating one''s own character, and had long and thick black hair.


    He has a noble background, has his own inheritance, and has entered the Tao with swordsmanship. His cultivation is not bad. He is in the Taixu Sect and has a special status.


    But the head of Taixu at this moment also looked a little solemn.


    Although he does not cultivate divine thoughts and does not understand algorithms, he can easily perceive the evolution of some secrets and evil opportunities when he is at his level.


    The years of Taixu Gate are quiet and peaceful, but there is already a vague storm.


    However, he couldn''t see the specific bad omen.


    In front of the elegant sandalwood table, the head of Taixu sat opposite Mr. Xun. After the water boiled and the tea smelled, he bowed himself, poured a cup of tea for Mr. Xun, and then sighed:


    "Taixu, Taia, Chongxu, although the sword art has three parts and become three sects, they have their own roots after all, and they have the same energy and are connected..."


    "I and their heads talked about it, but they didn''t believe it." "Tai''amen is strong and seems to be thinking of going further and occupying the top of the eight major sects."


    "Chongxu Gate is in the middle, but he also wants to be among the forefront."


    The head of Taixu laughed at himself, "On the contrary, my Taixu Sect slowly fell to the end, not thinking about making progress."


    Mr. Xun took a sip of tea, but said nothing.


    The head of Taixu sighed, sighed a little, and continued:


    "Tai''amen, in recent years, there have been many geniuses, especially the Ouyang family. The boy named Ouyang Feng is not visible or exposed, but the swordsmanship of the sect is very profound, he is calm and has no sharpness. He is a useful talent."


    "Chongxu Sect, in this class, there seems to be a very talented sword genius. Not long after I started, I sensed the Chongxu Sword Tomb and cultivated the Chongxu Sword Qi. It is considered to be the Chongxu Sect. It has the highest talented disciple in the past five hundred years."


    "I am a little short of Taixu Sect... I have good spiritual roots and some people practice swordsmanship, but I am a little ''moderate'', and compared with these real geniuses, it is still inferior to these real geniuses."


    The head of Taixu shook his head, looking helpless:


    "No wonder Tai Amen and Chongxu Sect don''t want to play with me Taixu Sect."


    "They didn''t care what I said, probably because they were afraid that my Taixu Sect would pull their back."


    Mr. Xun frowned slightly.


    Although the three gates have the same spirit, they have indeed been separated long ago, and they have been through their own affairs, and they cannot get involved in other people''s affairs.


    The head of Taixu glanced at Mr. Xun, with a slightly solemn expression, and asked in a low voice:


    "Old sir, what happened...what happened?"


    Mr. Xun sighed, "I can''t explain it clearly."


    The head of Taixu looked solemn.


    "In short," said Mr. Xun, "From now on, let the disciples of the sect be cautious in their words and actions. We should try to be more conservative in the arrangements of some sects and not be aggressive..."


    The head of Taixu nodded.


    Lying down and taking good care of your health, he is familiar with this.


    Mr. Xun said: "I am afraid that there will be no peace in the future. I can protect myself and protect my foundation. Just get through it."


    "No mistake is merit, and there is no need to compete with others. If they want to fight for fame and fortune, let them fight."


    Mr. Xun looked calm.


    "The old man said it is reasonable." The head of Taixu agreed.


    After that, the two continued to drink tea and talked about some sect affairs. Mr. Xun said, "However, there is a small rule that needs to be changed."


    The head of Taixu was slightly stunned.


    Mr. Xun said: "From this class, we will hold a big class in formation, and all the disciples of the same class will attend the formation class together."


    The head of Taixu was confused and asked with a frown:


    "Sir, forgive me for being ignorant. Is this action...what is it profound?"


    Mr. Xun sighed intentionally, "It doesn''t have any deep meaning. It''s just that I''m old and I can''t help but lose my energy. Recently, I have deduced the secrets of heaven and my spiritual sense is exhausted, and I always feel a little tired."


    "There are too many formation classes and I have no time to take care of them. I just did a big class and taught them together."


    The head of Taixu felt a little reluctant to hear this.


    Mr. Xun really worked hard and devoted his life to Taixu Sect.


    The head of Taixu sect said softly: "Or, let''s leave these things to the elders and teachers in the sect to do. Mr., you have a noble status, so you don''t have to downplay the nobles, and you will teach them yourself..."


    "no!"


    Mr. Xun said with a serious look:


    "Traveling and teaching are the foundation of our Taixu Sect. Whether it is foundation building, teaching, or elders, regardless of their cultivation level or position, they should be based on preaching and pride in teaching. This is the duty of the sect!"


    "Although I am old now, no matter what, this principle must be adhered to!"


    When the head of Taixu heard this, he respected him very much. He immediately stood up and bowed and bowed:


    “Sister, please follow the old man’s teachings.”


    Mr. Xun stroked his beard and nodded with relief.


    After the matter was finalized, Mr. Xun left. But what he said still echoed in the ears of the head of Taixu.


    The head of Taixu thought for a long time and felt complicated. He sighed in his heart:


    "In today''s world of cultivation, whether it is aristocratic or sect, there are fewer and fewer people who can be as open-minded as Mr. Xun, who is full of mind and mindfulness..."


    The head of Taixu sighed, took a sip of tea, and was stunned. After careful consideration, he suddenly felt a little strange again.


    This formation class cannot be opened early or late, so why is it opened now?


    Although it is for teaching, he always feels that Mr. Xun seems to have a little selfishness.


    However, Mr. Xun has a strong and honest mind and honest man, what kind of selfishness can he have?


    The head of Taixu thought about it and shook his head.


    It must be because I am too careful.


    Mr. Xun is highly respected and will not deceive himself.


    …


    Mr. Xun and the head of Taixu discussed the rules of the formation class, so he changed it.


    In the next formation class, we will start the big class.


    The location of the course was chosen in the Mission Pavilion, the largest Mission Room.


    Mr. Xun stood on the stage, sitting densely below, all of whom were disciples of the same class as the ink painting, with more than a thousand people.


    Mr. Xun glanced at the audience and said concisely:


    "From now on, the formation will be unified, and the teaching will be taught by me, and the teaching will be taught by me, and there will be..."


    Mr. Xun looked down and reached out and said:


    “Ink painting.”


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Mr. Xun continued, "...Your ''Little Brother'' who is responsible for the formation class! I am not here in this preaching room and the teaching is not here, you have the final say."


    Ink painting was caught off guard and was a little confused.


    Then he noticed that thousands of gazes, at the same time, looked at him in unison like thousands of arrows.


    Some of these gazes are familiar, some are strange, some are shocked, some are confused, some are admired, some are questioned, and many are slightly hostile.


    They are all real geniuses in the Taixu Sect. Although they are from the same generation, many people are not familiar with ink paintings.


    A "little senior brother" came from heaven. With their unruly temper, how can he tolerate it?


    The ink painting made her scalp numb and she felt uncomfortable all over.


    Mr. Xun ignored the ink painting:


    "Ink painting, come up and down."


    Mo Hua was as stressed as if in front of everyone, but she still gritted her teeth and stepped onto the stage and stood next to Mr. Xun.


    Mr. Xun, with white hair, patted Mo Hua''s small shoulder, nodded slightly, then pointed to Mo Hua and said to the disciple below:


    "From now on, this will be your ''little brother''."


    Before Mo Hua could say anything, a disciple below suddenly couldn''t bear it anymore and stood up. Although he looked respectful, he asked with a little anger:


    "Mr., is this considered ''internal determination''?"


    Mr. Xun nodded and said calmly:


    "Yes."


    The disciple was suffocated.


    Mr. Xun was so calm, but he didn''t know what to say.


    Another disciple stood up and said, "Old sir, you are ''forgiving'', I don''t accept it!"


    Mr. Xun glanced at him indifferently, "What''s the matter?"


    "I..." After hesitating, the disciple said proudly, "My great-grandfather is the great elder of the Taixu Sect. I will report everything to my great-grandfather, saying that you are unfair, committing favoritism, abuse of power, and not following the rules..."


    Mr. Xun''s expression was subtle and nodded slightly:


    "Okay, go back and say, by the way, let your great-grandfather, who is the great elder, come to see me tomorrow, and I will talk to him about what ''rules''..."


    The disciple was stunned and then he was confused.


    This old Mr. Xun is not afraid at all...


    I don’t know if he is really afraid, or if he is fake, or if he is too old, his great-grandfather dares to touch him?


    It’s a pity that my great-grandfather never mentioned Mr. Xun.


    He didn''t know what his identity was in the sect.


    But he is not stupid. He obviously doesn''t take his great-grandfather seriously when he hears his tone. If he really has a very high status...


    This disciple felt a little trembling.


    I won''t... cause trouble for my great-grandfather...


    Great-grandfather won''t beat me up...


    This disciple lost confidence and sat down honestly.


    Other disciples also realized something was wrong.


    This old Mr. Xun, who is meticulous and only knows how to teach, may be more respectful than they think.


    No one dared to speak.


    Mr. Xun looked solemn, but he also sighed silently in his heart.


    If it were on weekdays, he would take some time to slowly draw it.


    But now the secrets of heaven are ignorant and the situation is special, so we must fight quickly.


    Even if you insist on complimenting, you must also "praise" the ink painting and become the young senior brother of Taixu Sect.


    This matter is related to the luck of Taixu Sect.


    It is urgent and there is no doubt!


    A major matter that concerns the secret of heaven, if you hesitate, the cause and effect will be reversed.


    Therefore, as long as you can see the secret of heaven, even if the universe is arbitrary and insist on doing it alone, you cannot hesitate at all!


    Mr. Xun looked around his disciples.


    The disciples had different expressions. Although they did not speak, they were obviously not "convinced".


    It doesn’t matter if you are not “convinced”, but at least you must let them “convinc” first!


    Mr. Xun said in a majestic tone:


    "This matter is settled so, you can call me ''Little Brother'' first."


    They were obviously unhappy, but under the pressure of Mr. Xun, they had to shout.


    So, all the geniuses of this Taixu Sect, except for the small number of disciples who are familiar with Mo Hua, were unwilling to let go, and lowered their voices and shouted at Mo Hua, which was a little younger than them:


    "Senior Brother."


    (This chapter ends)